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“Here comes our Chancellor for the next four years!” the compere announced, to
wild applause. And who could doubt it? “Angie”, “Angie”, “Angie” screamed
the placards as cheers filled the cavernous hall. And suddenly, there she
was — the familiar figure in black trousers and vermillion jacket, almost
swamped as she made her way to the stage. She seemed dwarfed by the party
bigwigs, tired and euphoric after criss-crossing the country on the campaign
bus for the past 150 hours to get out the vote.

“Thank you, thank you,” she said. “It’s been a great campaign.” She brushed
back her hair